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Sunday, May 3, 2015

Home Sweet Home

I am kind of pinching myself.
After wanting to live at the studio for the last ten years, I can hardly believe that now I do.

I love living in the country again. I love going to bed, looking out over the fields drenched in moonlight, waking up hearing the birds outside my window.
In the city, you have your blinds drawn.
I won't pull my shade in the bedroom, because I love to look up and see the stars filling the night sky. Even when the moonlight floods the room in the middle of the night, I still won't pull the shade.
I close my eyes, and go back to sleep.
There is such peace here.

I am an early riser, and I love the quiet of the morning to myself.
The first sunshine of the day is so special. There is nothing quite like it.

A cuppa coffee, and daybreak. Perfect.

I don't know what to do about Roy, though. He is so obviously stressed with this move.

I have to get him to calm down.

JOKING.

The cat situation is changing every day.
I have taken to putting their food in the loft, which is actually the second story of the old part of the house. That way they can relax while they eat, and not worry about Roy coming around the corner.
(he loves cat food)

But this morning there was a breakthrough. If I didn't know better, I would think that my cats have had a little pow-wow. I was sitting on the couch with Roy tucked along my side, when Miss Puss jumped up on the couch and SNIFFED him. And he never budged.
Then, Kizzy, the most timid cat in the world, came into the living room, first time with Roy in the room. He proceeded to jump up on my lap. I think I gasped. I petted him for several minutes until he jumped down. He and Roy were about 8" apart. Roy turned and looked at him, and went back to sleep.
Meanwhile, Jinks and Miss Puss were playing on the chaise lounge, while Sydney looked her usual placid self.
I think all my critters are going to be ok.

So, this is where I live now, in the "hamlet" of Kingsbury.

The Parish House.

This is the village green, or the park, complete with a tractor on lunch break.
And the Baptist church.
There is a small cemetery on the left beyond the tractor.

If you look way down the road, you can see my house, the one with all the windows.

The Kingsbury General Store. I think it has just been sold, and we will all miss the present owners, who make the BEST SUBS AROUND. Seriously.

And my good friend, Karen, of This Old House sent me this lovely, and PERFECT gift.

13 comments:

Hi Hilary: Love that first shot.That`s my favorite time here, too. First thing in the morning when the sun is coming through the windows. I feel so at home, too. I guess I thought you used to live right near your studio, walking distance. Love your little town.I`ll bet you make fast friends there. It looks like you have lots of nice places to walk Roy. That`s so nice. Glad the cats are beginning to settle and accept Roy in their space. It sounds like this is a good move for everyone. Enjoy, enjoy. :)

What a sweet little town. It looks post card perfect! So glad for you that you have landed where you wanted to be. Congratulations!Poor Roy though, you will need to give him extra attention, and the cats, I suspect they will come around...;)

After all the struggles you've had over the past year and a half, I'm so glad you are finally in a place where it's quiet and peaceful, where you can give a big sigh of relief and say, 'I'm Home!' Glad the kitties are coming to accept Roy.

must be something in the air this weekend... Annie who has avoided being anywhere near Harry for the last 6 months share the window sill with him on Sunday .. Harry really is laid back about her but she just doesn't trust him or didn't til yesterday ... so i know how you feel .. and i am so happy you are happy .. xo

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